hypnosis of the point

Look at the image.
Don't look at her the way you normally do.
Look only at the center.
There's a perfect black dot, right there, waiting for your eyes to surrender to it.
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Let everything else become unnecessary.
The edges of the screen, the room, the whole world… can wait.
There is only that point.
And you're already starting to fall towards him without moving from your spot.

Take one breath, very slowly.
Breathe in… count to four inside yourself.
Exhale… count to eight.
Feel the air become denser as you leave, as if it were carrying away any remaining tension.

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The dot does not blink.
Yes, you do.
And every time you blink, your eyelids come back a little heavier, a little slower.
It is a strange and delicious pleasure to feel them like this: tired, obedient, eager to close up completely when I say so.
But not yet.
You can still look.
You can still obey.

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Notice how the dot seems to throb.
One heartbeat… two heartbeats…
Each heartbeat pushes you one centimeter deeper into yourself.
It's as if the dot had a very fine thread tied to your mind,
And each time it beats, it gently pulls on that thread
And you slide,
leisurely,
without resistance,
into a place deeper and darker than any dream you've ever had.

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Now imagine that the dot starts to rotate.
Very slowly.
Spiral.
First to the right…
then to the left…
and you follow the movement with your eyes,
even though the eyes hardly want to move anymore.
Because following the turn is easy.
Following the trend is inevitable.
Following the turn takes you further down.

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Feel your body.
From the feet to the crown of the head,
as if a warm, heavy wave were slowly rising for you.
Heavy feet.
Legs… heavy.
Hips… deeply sunken.
Belly… soft, loose.
Chest… each breath slower, wider, deeper.
Shoulders… melted.
Arms… inert, as if they weren't yours.
Hands… open, warm, without